Another useless comedy to entertain you fools. ._. ------------- Mia hit Qurshay's head with her red prada heels causing him to pass out and lose a lot of blood. Mia began to kick him as he began to lose more and more blood. "Damn.. You. KUCH. WHY YOU NO MAKE ME A SAMMICH?!" I threw my teen wolf magazine at Qurshay who was sleeping in a puddle of his own blood. I sneered then scowled at the passed out man. "DUDE. HURRY UP AND MAKE ME A SAMMICH OR ELSE." I held up his phone and aimed it at the ground. I knew he couldn't see, but he would when he woke up, his precious phone full of women's phonenumbers. I broke his phone and crushed the remains of it with my heels, then slapped him so he could wake up. "Bitch..." Qurshay looked up at both our faces and screamed like a sissy. "WHERE IS OUR SAMMICH!!" He yelped and grabbed a peanut butter and jelly sammich from the kitchen. "WE SAID TUNA!" He began to cry and jumped out the window. God knows he might be in Hell by now. ---------------- If you're reading this lord_kuching, you still haven't made the california rolls.